I’m feeling totally scattered as the RWA conference thunders toward me. Still too much to do, but I almost feel on top of things. My neighbor is going to feed Nutmeg (yes, she’s eating, having finally decided that her hunger strike wasn’t accomplishing much except to make her hungry), so she won’t have to go stay in a cage at the vet clinic. I still have a fairly short shopping list, mostly drugstore stuff, but I can do that this weekend. I have a recommendation for long-term parking from a friend who travels a lot. I’m getting things finished at work. I’m going to Anaheim!
I watched So You Think You Can Dance last night, of course. The format is a little different this summer, one show a week instead of two. So far that seems like a good idea. Last week’s show was all dance and no eliminations, so this week four of the six dancers who pulled in the lowest vote totals last week were let go. To my untrained eye, all the dancers were wonderful last night, but I particularly enjoyed the Bollywood number. I’ve never seen an actual Bollywood musical, but if they are half as joyful and entertaining as the SYTYCD numbers, it’s no wonder the Indian movie industry is booming.
It took me a while to get through the five hundred pages of The Mathematics of Magic, the complete collection of L. Sprague de Camp and Fletcher Pratt’s tales of Harold Shea’s travels through worlds of myth and literature. This edition from the NESFA Press includes two stories de Camp wrote solo after Pratt’s death, “Sir Harold and the Gnome King,” set in an Oz somewhat changed from Baum’s version by the passage of time, and “Sir Harold of Zodanga,” a visit to Barsoom. Although the de Camp/Pratt stories are very old favorites of mine (see Memory and Magic), I’d never read the latter two tales. Happily, the whole collection proved to be as entertaining as I remembered.
Here’s a little charmer, a new baby at the Houston Zoo. He’s only a few days old, weighs 160 pounds, and stands six feet tall–proof that Nature looks out for her babies by making them adorable, no matter how large. He doesn’t have a name yet, but you can vote on that, and see more pictures, at the Houston Zoo website. The Houston Chronicle also has pictures.